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Chapter Five

“Oh, Jesus... you feel so good,” she heard his voice, harsh and yet tender, and its vibration reached down to where she could feel him between their bodies. 

A sound escaped her lips, a sound she hadn't created before in her entire life, because it was an expression of need she had not felt before until this moment. 

She turned her face and her lips touched his temple. He immediately turned towards her to catch her lips in his. And he could kiss her forever if it was going to be like this kiss. She couldn't even say which of all he was doing pleasured her the most. 

She couldn't even say that pleasure was the right word. She had no control of her body's responses, and yet she didn't want control. It was shameful, to want to do something this intimate with a virtual stranger.

Not a stranger, you know him, protested a voice inside her head.

And yet, she was here as a gift. She was paid for. She was here as a whore.

Another noise escaped her lips. It was a cry, and he heard it. His head raised and his eyes bored into her face. She had opened her eyes to look at him. 

He was so handsome… and more. She knew he was more than just a client she was paid to serve tonight. If only she had been here on her own accord. If only he had been making love to her, not sex. If only there were feelings here, even though she knew this wasn't possible. That she had no right to even think it. 

He didn't even know her, and yet if he knew, it really wouldn't change a thing because she was a woman he would never even think to want in his life. She was just a poor girl who had been living here all her life yet had not caught his attention ever. 

“What's wrong, baby? Am I hurting you?”

She was surprised at the question. He stopped moving. He was looking at her and his eyes were a pair of expressive pools. 

She could only look back at him, afraid to speak. She did not really want him to hear her voice.

She didn't want to talk to him. She didn't want to give him any more reason to know her beyond knowing her body. But he continued to talk to her.

“I can't believe how beautiful you really are. I was watching you from the windows upstairs as you arrived, and I thought I was only dreaming. I thought I was only drunk. But here you are, and I can see what I needed to see. You're one of the most beautiful faces I have ever encountered, and I can't believe I am making love to you.”

For the life of her, however much she felt at the moment, Arianna couldn't stop the smile that stretched her lips.

His answering smile was tender. “Will I see you again after this?” he asked, almost lovingly.

He is indeed drunk, she thought. He's acting like he really likes me. Again, she thought it was funny. 

And she also knew she wasn't mistaken when she saw sadness in his eyes. He was suffering from something, and she was indeed told that she was sent as a gift to distract a heartbroken man.

He needs me to distract him.

And she came here to make him happy.

So she shall, using all means that were possible to her. She had to find a way. 

She had to do what she came here to do, not just because she was paid to do so, but also because she wanted to help him. She wanted to be the one to erase that deep sadness in those beautiful eyes of his.

Her hands moved towards him, and when she wasn't sure at first what she was about to do, they found their own way. 

Her palms gently cupped his face, and she lowered him to her for the kiss that seemed to satisfy them both. 

He moaned between their clasped mouths as if what she did was exactly what he wanted and needed. This kiss was deep and raw, and when he moved again, she heard a rip, and with a gasp, she realized he had ripped her panties off and thrown them away.

She was completely naked under him, her thighs wide open, and her pussy completely exposed. 

She lost it when he rubbed against her again, and when she thought it would hurt, she was surprised to feel no friction because she was very wet down there, easing the rub of skin-to-skin.

His lips left her mouth and he raised himself, his eyes on her again when she opened her eyes to him, and he was smiling.

“I'll make love to you.”

He said it like a wonderful promise.

And then he lowered his head, dropped her a quick kiss, and started to nibble his way down her breasts.

She was breathless as she watched his head travel down her body and had to bite her lower lip when his mouth finally caught a nipple. 

Wet and warm, his lips and his tongue kissed and caught, nipped gently, and twirled the pink nub. 

Her back arched towards him. His hand held one soft breast, covered its rosy top, and suckled.

Her eyeballs rolled up and her fingers tangled between his soft hair strands as she rolled with the ticklish but wonderful sensation his deep suckling produced. 

The pleasure was like liquid heat that again trickled down towards the pleasure point building where she knew her womb was located. 

Her movement rubbed her more firmly against his cock, which hadn't really stopped moving as he pleasured her upper body. She didn't know what to do, she could only react. She could only hold her breath, and then moan as he stretched her nipple with his lips before releasing it, only to repeat the same thing to the other mound.

She'd gotten senseless by the time his mouth left that one, only to travel further downwards… 

She was shocked, watching him in eyes she almost couldn't open due to heavy eyelids, when his head went straight to that place between her thighs with a laser focus, wherein she started to doubt if he was still as drunk as when she arrived.

She couldn't stop him. She didn't want to. She wanted to ask what he was about to do, but she couldn't open her mouth or he would find out she didn't know what she was actually doing there with him.

That she didn't know what making love was like.

That she had just started learning it right now, with him.

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